Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 40

“I’m fine,” I lie, the words hollow and brittle as they fall from my lips. “You should get Max home. He’d be due for his dinner.” My voice wavers, betraying my feigned strength.

Soren’s gaze pierces through me, seeing past the facade I’ve erected. His eyes, deep pools of concern, search my face for the truth I try so desperately to hide. “I’m not leaving you like this,” he insists.

“Let me drive you home,” he continues, his tone brooking no argument yet laced with an empathy that fractures my resolve.

“I…” I start, but the words tangle, caught between pride and despair. Soren’s steady gaze holds mine, offering silent support. He doesn’t push, doesn’t demand. He simply waits for me to agree. H emotions for Max who rushes toward us, Soren instantly scoops him up.

Then Soren’s hand finds mine in the darkness, warm and steady, an anchor in the storm that rages inside my soul. I stumble slightly on the gravel, my legs shaky, my heart a broken compass in a world suddenly devoid of direction. Without a word, he guides me to his sleek black sedan parked under the orange glow of the streetlight.

His touch is gentle but firm before he lets go, buckling Max into his seat. He motions toward the passenger door and opens it for me. I sigh but slide into the vehicle, the leather seats cool against my skin and he climbs into the driver’s seat. The engine purrs to life, a soft vibration that seems to mock

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the silence between us. I draw in a shuddering breath, my eyes fixed on the passing scenery–a blur of shadows and light that mirrors the turmoil within me.

The only sound is the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle that I can’t suppress. Soren doesn’t speak, which I am thankful for. Words are pointless; they’re just echoes of a pain too profound to articulate.

We pull up to my house, and I realize now everything has changed. And as I sit beside Soren, this man who carries the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders yet offers me solace in my darkest hour, I understand that nothing will ever be the same again.

of blood in my ears. “For everything.”

Soren suggests, his voice gentle yet firm. His gaze drifts

follow his gaze, seeing the house through his eyes, and the shabbiness claws at me. A lump forms in my throat, and I swallow hard against it. Now she is gone, what do I do? I can’t stay here, she was my excuse for being

I whisper, more to myself than to King Soren. But his fingers curl around mine, a

My words falter, breath catching in a throat tight with unshed

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and it feels like an anchor in a sea of

the pack, the familiar scents of pine and earth that should signify home. Betrayal lingers in my nostrils, Bianca’s perfume mingled with Rhett’s–a

my throat. The loneliness isn’t new; it’s a shadow that’s followed me since Bianca walked into our lives, since I turned my back

one last glance at the house,

space where he once stood. And then I turn toward the house, bracing myself for the echoes of

me, cold and unforgiving as the truth that claws at my

of grief and resolve. Max’s big, tear–filled eyes lock onto

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